Chapter 70 68. Can this Han family be saved? (Please give me monthly votes)

Author: nonsense and gossip

Chapter 70 68. Can this Han family be saved? (Please give me monthly votes)

Mid-March.

The earth is warming up and spring plowing is busy.

People are concerned about whether the weather will be smooth this year and whether they will have a good harvest.

The suburbs of Xiangyang.

"I heard that there was a curved plow built over there in Mianyang, and it would plow the land very quickly."

"Ah? Who did it?"

"I heard it was...a Chinese layman."

"Chinese layman? What a big statement! Is that plow really useful?"

"It's very easy to use! I heard that even if there are no cattle, it can be pulled faster by people! It saves a lot of effort."

"oh?"

"Anyway...it's just that plow, it's not straight."

An old man rolled his eyes, and then looked at his field. The seeds were just sown a few days ago, and seedlings have sprouted these days, so he had to keep a close eye to prevent birds from visiting.

"I also heard that the scholars in the city were going to make things difficult for the thirteen-year-old gentleman yesterday!"

"Then what did the little gentleman do?"

"Oh, the young gentleman has been appointed as an official by the state pastor!"

"Oh, that's no wonder."

"I don't know how powerful this little gentleman is! He can make our general invite him to serve as an official."

"You, you'd better hurry up and look at the good land, there are sparrows over there!"

"Hey, where is it? Oh! That bird thief, don't eat my rice! Let's go, let's go!"

…

Huang Yueying sat on the saddle and looked far into the distance.

Green buds are growing in acres and acres of farmland, and old farmers occasionally chase the birds away in the fields to protect the seedlings.

Looking at the endless land outside Xiangyang City, seeing the people still cultivating the fields by spreading rice, seeing them driving away the birds, seeing their eyes full of hope for this year, she felt uncomfortable.

Comfortable.

In this era, those who grow the fields do not have enough to eat, and those who pick mulberry cannot afford to wear Luo Qi.

But occasionally, I feel that this era is stronger than later generations in some aspects. For example, they are not allowed to build their own houses here, and I think of the terrible car and house loans in later generations... It almost bends the backs of two people...

Sigh a little.

All in all, it's very contradictory.

Today she went out of the city to see the progress of the spring plowing of the nearby people. If it was almost done, the construction of the academy could begin. At present, it seemed that it was almost done and the recruitment of manpower could begin.

"Why is Achu sighing?" Gan Ning asked his adopted sister while riding on his horse.

"Brother thinks, among these cultivators, how many farmers have land? How many sharecroppers do they have?"

Gan Ning thought for a while, then shook his head, "There are many aristocratic families in Xiangyang City, and those who can be called aristocratic families have thousands or even tens of thousands of acres of land. Therefore, most of these fields should belong to them, and the city

Most of these old farmers are tenant farmers."

"That's right. Farmers don't have enough to eat, and mulberry pickers don't have enough to wear. My brother thinks...is this right?"

Gan Ning shook his head, "How difficult it is."

"So, it's just a matter of searching high and low." Huang Yueying exhaled, "Let's go back."

"good."

…

Returning to the mansion sent by Liu Biao, Huang Yueying looked at the servants serving tea and water with no strange expression.

She knew that she couldn't change many things.

"Mr. Lang."

"Mr. Lang is back?" The servants on the road said hello one after another.

"By the way, Uncle Zhang," Huang Yueying stopped the steward named Zhang, "There is no need to prepare dinner today, I have to go out."

When she first arrived in Xiangyang, she brought a letter from Pang Shanmin and sent someone to send it to Wang Can. She mainly wanted to inquire about Zhang Zhongjing, and the appointment was made this afternoon.

"No." Manager Zhang agreed.

Back in the study, Huang Yueying looked at Gan Ning and said, "Brother, now that the spring plowing is about to end, I have already told my uncle about the construction of workshops in various places. Could you please send someone back to Mianyang and send four detachments?

Team, escort Uncle Song and others to various places to find suitable workshop addresses."

"Understood."

"Uncle Song and their safety must be guaranteed."

"In Jingzhou, Ah Chu, don't worry. Gan Rui, Gan Yong, Wang Wu and Huang Wu can each bring twenty people to escort them." Gan Ning thought for a moment, "You don't need to wear iron armor, but you can wear leather armor.

.”

Huang Yueying nodded, "Bring more bows and arrows, we are not short of iron anyway."

"good."

"You have to bring enough food, medicinal materials, and money. I will prepare a few letters and send them to the agents in those counties, asking them to send someone to come and let Uncle Song and the others determine the address first, and then

After you wrote back to me, I went to my uncle to get some paperwork. Now that the spring plowing is about to end, it will be much easier to recruit people."

"Okay." Gan Ning agreed.

Huang Yueying stopped talking and started writing a letter.

First, I wrote to Song Bo and the others, telling them the process of the whole thing and asking them to follow the process when the time comes. They should pay attention to the confidentiality of the papermaking in the workshop.

Then he wrote letters to the Chu paper agent families in various counties. Of course, it was in the name of Chu Anjun. After all, this was a normal business negotiation.

Gan Ning did not hesitate. After receiving the letter, he directly asked Gan Yong and his team to return to Mianyang.

Although he was not worried about Huang Yueying's safety at all in Xiangyang City, but...he had to protect her after all.

"By the way, Chu Paper Shop... changed its name today, A Chu hasn't gone to see it yet." Gan Ning thought of something and said.

Huang Yueying also slapped her forehead, "I forgot. Yesterday I was busy confronting that group of people... Even today, there are still many people who submitted their name cards."

During this period, door-to-door visits require a name card and both parties agree on a time.

But Huang Yueying felt that she didn't have time at all.

When Xiangyang Academy was to be built, she had to find a way to get some of the books in the academy from major aristocratic families. It was unrealistic to just get them from Xiangyang.

It’s really a myriad of things.

He estimated the time and sighed, "I can't go today, I have to go to Wang Zhongxuan's place first."

"That's true." Gan Ning nodded, after all, it was an appointment.

"Let's go." Huang Yueying walked out of the study room in a hurry. As for Huang Jun, he was sent to study together.

…

In a courtyard with two entrances, a young man frowned and looked at the incense burner on the table, feeling very uneasy.

What the young gentleman said yesterday made him extremely irritable.

"Mr. Lang, the young gentleman is here to visit." The steward announced.

"Invite him in, serve tea, and prepare dinner." Wang Can ordered.

"promise."

Huang Yueying took Gan Ning and entered the courtyard under the guidance of the steward. The courtyard was full of flowers and plants, and it looked full of life because it was spring.

Outside the main hall, she saw Wang Can. Although there was a smile on his face, it was a bit forced.

"Huang Chu, I have met brother Zhongxuan." Huang Yueying saw this and greeted him first.

One is that she is young, and the other is that she doesn’t hit the smiling person with her hand.

"Achumo, please be polite, please come in." Wang Can said, then looked at Gan Ning, "This strong man..."

"Gan Ning, whose courtesy name is Xingba, I have met Mr. Gan Ning." Gan Ning also met Li.

"I can't say Mr. Bu, General Gan also invites you."

"Thank you."

So, a few people entered the hall, and tea was already served.
To be continued...